I have the biggest, stupidest smile on my face. I just love these little teef - they make me so happy. This Christmas season has sucked for me - my dad has cancer and, well, for example, I just learned how to suction out his tracheotomy. I don't think I've smiled in weeks, but now I can't stop grinning. You're right, ickle. Definitely more gumdrops.

love the mini-stories!i have a habit, admittedly annoying i'm sure, of calling my husband from another room to tell him or show him something. he often pretends to not hear me.however, when i say 'it's a new ickle and Lardee' he replies 'oh cute, and comes running'!thanks for sharing your great imagination!amy

The Story

When I was young, I placed my baby teeth under my pillow and when I woke up I'd find a shiny new quarter. But whatever happened to those little teeth? Where did they go? Would I ever see them again?

Many years later, a little tooth was standing at my door. First came ickle, a smart and inquisitive little toof with a suitcase full of books. Then came Lardee, a hungry fellow with a penchant for getting into trouble. Together these two milk teef keep me company in my cozy little apartment. Welcome home, my milk toof!